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Caporegime
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I think this is how the story began or, if not, how it might have begun. We’re – you, me, them - in some café, not drinking coffee, of course, and I think we’re spotting specks of dirt, splashes of grey on white on the table, the walls, the ceiling, each other. It’s unclear, the editor suggests, although I’m not sure and you nod as though in agreement at something, perhaps me or a feeling or a
And then we’re in some café – you, me, them, of course - not drinking coffee, again – and I think we’re spotting specks of dirt, splashes of grey on white, black, grey, and the last thing I said to
And then we’re in some café, and the editor is waving furiously, clearly drunk – not drinking coffee, of course, I mean who does these days, what with the trade issues, not to mention the health concerns raised by the coronary experts? – and I think we’re spotting specks of dirt, splashes of grey on white, black, grey, and the last thing I said to you was that you should always read the first chapter because that’s always the place where someone or something gives value or credence and maybe an inkling of what this thing is about or what might happen. Clues, direction, aim. “Purpose?” the editor asks, frowning, deeply unhappy, and
And it was about this time when you nodded – at something perhaps off screen that we can’t see or at least I certainly can’t or didn’t see - before asking, “Are you the unreliable narrator?” The question catches me and I study my fingernails then feet and begin to talk about how Equifax’s logo has a hidden arrow that once seen can’t be ignored, which I think is very, very important to this discussion, perhaps all discussions, but you interrupt – “That’s what you do, why you exist and I don’t even think there is a Chapter 1, regardless of what you say. I’m not sure I’m coming back to this ... this, whatever it is.”
I can see the editor thumbing through the script that I doctored prior to giving it to him and his brow is furrowed, severe, harsh. He looks up and cuts to the end of the script, or at least that one, and we share a smile which neither of us mean or really acknowledge, not really, and
So you left, you thought, and I wrote Chapter 1 and it looked like this, except for the lies which I don’t think are even that obvious and the editor agrees, nodding, finally giving what I think is a high-five or maybe another sign of some sort. Signals. Cues. He’s missed them. It’s a pity.
All told, it’s very, very unclear and then it was summer, someone suggested, so I suppose it must have been. A new start, a new beginning and that’s really what this is all about.
“Endings?” the editor questions, left hand holding open one of the later entries in the script, right hand raised in a scolding gesture and then I see he isn’t reading the same script I gave him or the one I’m reciting and I wonder where this new one came from before remembering that I did write more than one.
I did. Didn’t I?
And that was how the ending began.
e : as pointed out, this is more a first page than a first chapter. Post what you have
I think this is how the story began or, if not, how it might have begun. We’re – you, me, them - in some café, not drinking coffee, of course, and I think we’re spotting specks of dirt, splashes of grey on white on the table, the walls, the ceiling, each other. It’s unclear, the editor suggests, although I’m not sure and you nod as though in agreement at something, perhaps me or a feeling or a
And then we’re in some café – you, me, them, of course - not drinking coffee, again – and I think we’re spotting specks of dirt, splashes of grey on white, black, grey, and the last thing I said to
And then we’re in some café, and the editor is waving furiously, clearly drunk – not drinking coffee, of course, I mean who does these days, what with the trade issues, not to mention the health concerns raised by the coronary experts? – and I think we’re spotting specks of dirt, splashes of grey on white, black, grey, and the last thing I said to you was that you should always read the first chapter because that’s always the place where someone or something gives value or credence and maybe an inkling of what this thing is about or what might happen. Clues, direction, aim. “Purpose?” the editor asks, frowning, deeply unhappy, and
And it was about this time when you nodded – at something perhaps off screen that we can’t see or at least I certainly can’t or didn’t see - before asking, “Are you the unreliable narrator?” The question catches me and I study my fingernails then feet and begin to talk about how Equifax’s logo has a hidden arrow that once seen can’t be ignored, which I think is very, very important to this discussion, perhaps all discussions, but you interrupt – “That’s what you do, why you exist and I don’t even think there is a Chapter 1, regardless of what you say. I’m not sure I’m coming back to this ... this, whatever it is.”
I can see the editor thumbing through the script that I doctored prior to giving it to him and his brow is furrowed, severe, harsh. He looks up and cuts to the end of the script, or at least that one, and we share a smile which neither of us mean or really acknowledge, not really, and
So you left, you thought, and I wrote Chapter 1 and it looked like this, except for the lies which I don’t think are even that obvious and the editor agrees, nodding, finally giving what I think is a high-five or maybe another sign of some sort. Signals. Cues. He’s missed them. It’s a pity.
All told, it’s very, very unclear and then it was summer, someone suggested, so I suppose it must have been. A new start, a new beginning and that’s really what this is all about.
“Endings?” the editor questions, left hand holding open one of the later entries in the script, right hand raised in a scolding gesture and then I see he isn’t reading the same script I gave him or the one I’m reciting and I wonder where this new one came from before remembering that I did write more than one.
I did. Didn’t I?
And that was how the ending began.
e : as pointed out, this is more a first page than a first chapter. Post what you have
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